Wednesday, 18 November 2015

My Sense Poem: The Sense Of Snow

The Sense Of Snow

I see the snowy white blanket on the cold hill.
I smell the wet dew on the fresh green leaves.
I feel a touch of frost.
I hear the crunching of my boots attacking the snow.
I taste the ice as its cold bites my tongue.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Making Playdough and sticks to be 3D shapes

Making shaped with Playdough and sticks.
Walt:Make and learn about other and new shapes!

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

What's it's like today

The last 2 days at school.(A example of it) :) !!!